It was a beautiful spring day and I decided to take advantage of the exhilarating weather by working in my yard. I love flowers and wish I could have my hands in dirt for a living, but alas my time devoted to it is usually relegated to weekends. All of the yard work was now left to me and my oldest son. My husband Bob left me and moved in with another woman. I couldn't blame him too much for leaving. I was enjoying giving my body to black men and he couldn't' take it. In my defense I want you to know that Bob was the one that wanted me to take a black man, but once it happened he couldn't deal with it. That is how I ended up with the entire yard to care for.
I decided to work on the flower beds at the front of the property that day. It was so warm that I put on shorts, and a cute little tank top that had a built in bra which more or less kept my 40d bosoms in check. I had lost some weight after Bob left, and I was now fitting into a size 10. I was still very curvy for a gal about 5 and a half feet tall.
After about an hour of work a large old Buick pulled up beside me. I looked and waved hello. I recognized the car and driver, it was Caesar, an elderly black man that lived three doors down.
He stuck his head out of the window, "Hello Miss Tate."
"Good morning Caesar." I replied as I wiped perspiration from my brow.
"You sure keep pretty flowers."
"Thanks Caesar."
"Tell me Miss Tate, do you think your son would be willing to mow my lawn? I would be willing to pay $30.00 if he would?"
"Ok, well I'm not sure what his practice schedule is. He is at a baseball game right now but I can call him. You want to come inside for some sweet tea while I call him?"
"That would be real nice Miss Tate."
Caesar pulled his car into my driveway and got out. I never realized how tall he was since I usually talked to him while he was in his car. Caesar was about 6 feet 2 inches tall; he had snow white hair and dark black skin. I still don't know how old he is, but he must be near 70 years old.